I told him “Let’s meet early- just you and me. Before the chaos. Before the noise. Before the house wakes up. Coffee, Quiet & Connection.

— I sat down, Messy bun. Pajamas. Bible open. Coffee warm in my hands. “Okay im here” I whispered.

And I felt him say “I’ve been here. I’m glad you came”.

Then I heard the sound. Tiny feet. One sleepy toddler with bed head whispering “Can I snuggle you?” — I looked up and said “Just a minute Jesus..”

But one snuggle turned into breakfast…. A spill… a missing shoe.. The day had started and I said “im sorry I’ll come back.”— He gently responded “ I’ll be right here.”

I turned on worship music in the car. Whispered prayers over snacks. Held back tears in the Laundry room over frustration.
And I heard him say “This counts too”.

“I don’t need your perfect morning, I want your heart — right where it is. In the car, in the chaos, in the middle of motherhood. “

At 9pm when the house was quiet i said “Did I miss it??” And He said “Never. I’ve been here all day. Right here, still with you, still for you.

Because Thats who HE is. Not keeping score, Not giving up. Just faithfully showing up. He doesn’t need my performance, he just needs my presence. 🤍

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My middle school best friend, Jan, posted this 🥹🥰🙏🏼

Let the fire of God consume every dark scheme against us, in the name of Jesus.

Happy first day of Fall!

He changes times and seasons; he removes kings and sets up kings; he gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to those who have understanding;
He reveals deep and hidden things; he knows what is in the
darkness, and the light dwells with him.
Daniel 2:21-22

Yesterday I watched the entire Charlie Kirk memorial. I have never seen anything like this before. I was moved for sure. The outpouring of the Spirit of God was palpable. I pray that those who made a commitment to Jesus Christ since Charlie's death will be nurtured by other grounded Christians. Pray for them, pray that their hearts will be forever diligent. Pray the enemy does not snatch away the seeds that were planted. To God be the glory!

Testimony Tuesday

I’m sure most of you are reeling in all the video highlights, commentaries and captures of Charlie Kirk’s memorial these past couple of days. I’ve heard some say it was part Christian concert, part political convention/rally, and a Celebration of Life.

I must say, I don’t ever recall seeing such a memorial in my life like this one. Although, there is perhaps one moment in history that I am reminded of; it was during President John F Kennedy’s memorial. Even though it was nothing like Charlie’s memorial, I just remember seeing photos and videos of the crowds gather, Jacquline Kennedy and her two children.

When Kennedy was assassinated I was six years old at that time, I don’t recall the day it happened, but I clearly remember seeing the funeral procession; a coffin draped with the American flag on a horse drawn caisson. I recall my mother sitting on the edge of the coffee table with a tissue softly crying and wiping her tears while watching the funeral procession on a black and white TV. That was the only memory that left a profound impression in my mind.

Though, there is no comparison between the two ceremonies, it still affected the hearts of people. We feel the pain and sorrow.

Why is it that these events impact us so much? We all probably remember where we were when it happened or how we found out.
Why are we so sensitive to it especially to someone most of us don’t know?

I believe part of it is because events like this tells us our hearts are breakable. And, most importantly it’s because God made us in His image. Oh how it must of broke God’s heart too. This is how I know God is in us. When we grieve, He grieves. He understands.

For today’s testimony, a dear friend of mine and her husband made the trek to Arizona to Charlie Kirk’s memorial. She had posted her photo diary on FaceBook.
She captioned each photo so eloquently.

Here is her photo diary.

By Kathy Dressel-Hardwick
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